Morgan’s Rantings and Waxings

Well, the Bears season once again ended with a ‘thunk.’ So I just wanted to warn anyone out there thinking of becoming a sports fan, don’t ever ever ever follow a Chicago team. Much like my love life, it is an incredible let down, and nothing ever happens.

I’ve got to write something The icicle lights twinkle The inspiration escapes Like a fleeting memory I think I can capture But the words never come out right Paper can burn Why do I feel these words immortal Wind blowing through a tree Felt but never seen It’s like I just can’t listen hard enough …

So I noticed that the Victoria’s Secret Fashion show was on the other night, on CBS no less (no, I did not watch it), and I thought that TV had stooped to a new low, and then, just ten minutes ago, I turned on to see that Ricki Lake had on “Playboy’s Women of Wal-Mart.” …

Is it just me or is Gollum Willem Defoe on his 610th birthday?

The most recent bit of vandalism in my apartment elevator gave me a chuckle. In the new No Smoking sign, someone etched “I heart hoes.”

Speaking of fast food campaigns, someone needs to tell Arby’s to just drop the friggin oven mitt thing.

It occurs to me that the only real message to the new McDonalds “I’m Lovin’ it” campaign is that you can order what you please at McDonalds. Were you forced to order specific things before?

Do you ever go through those times when motivation is a precious commodity? I’m going through one of those now. The random times when I have motivation I try to do as much as possible in that amount of time. If only I had that motivation all the time. Even coffee isn’t doing the trick …

It amazes me sometimes the length people will go to to vandalize. You know how every single restroom ever with an automatic dryer has certain parts scratched out so that it says “Push Butt” or “Rub hands directly under arm.” Another example is in the elevator in my apartment there is a sign that reads …

So here’s an interesting story. As I write this, I have a parakeet on my shoulder. This bird ran into the door on my sixth floor apartment balcony, and it was obviously someone’s bird. So me and a couple friends grabbed it and went door to door on the apartments asking if anyone had lost …